The Magicians
Magic is the experience of being alive inside a world that is itself alive. – David Abram
Like poetry, like love, like the rapt and agonising commitment to a collective concern, like a stirring idea or a humorous insight, aliveness is something that increases when we share it. – Andreas Weber
A friend messages with a spell / the wind moving through the trees sounds like the ocean / I am hoisted up and flung into the air / a kamikaze of legs and arms / a child adored and alight / sun-kissed and screaming with giggles / I want to weep / Andreas Weber would say / this is how the air sings / it dances through these leaves / it rubs to pluck and strum / invisible chords / Music is made in this meeting.
Mundane has two definitions / dull and of the earth / Once again, the English language is brought to its bloodied knees / before the majesty of what it encounters / I feel furious and indignant / to be so fluent in technologies that stir to life in conflict / Our chariots ride / roughshod and gallant over tiny things / and enormous wonders / as we marvel at what we could never recreate / and call it dull.
David Abram says / to make sense is to enliven the senses / The undulating longing of the wind / lilts through the open doors / Blackbirds croon / A magician is aroused and whirling / a Silver Birch rustling in the kitchen / A moka pot trumpets the fragrance of bitter jewels / spiced crumbs tumble into exotic corners / I am alert and attentive to movement and motion / Nothing keeps still / Poetry pours iridescent and lavender / profuse with praise / humble and reverent / alive with the magic of these wild things.